Gulp. OK. I am fine with that.
Then she walked room to room. She stopped the longest in the bathroom and scratched at my shower tile. (Mind you, I personally just cleaned it myself with an expensive rental tool.) "Oh this is bad. Take me awhile." She said.
Double Gulp.
I knew my house needed to be cleaned. I grossly underestimated how badly. I however, refuse to be embarrassed. I have four kids, who are a full time job just to keep alive.
My friend always tells me, "you are either a cleaner or a cook. But no one is both." I hope you agree that I am a cook. Please agree, for my prides sake.
